This entry is a memory aid should anything come amiss. Last night (Weds), we took both dogs out for their usual walk at 11.15pm. At the end of our road, I spied a regular walker with his dog. This dog is huge and the guy is small. He has no control over his animal and often lets it roam free. I am not sure of the breed, but it is probably as big as a man when it stands on its hind legs (no, it is not a Great Dane – it is more aggressive than that). We held back thinking that the man had disappeared behind the corner when all of a sudden the dog came running straight at us.
The animal instantly went for Alex and I did my best to defend him. It was only when Alex let out a blood-curdling cry that I kicked the dog a number of times in the gut with my boot, but it wouldn’t desist. The owner came running forward insisting that his dog was doing no harm. I told him to control his dog in no uncertain terms and then there was a scuffle and I was knocked to the floor. This action miraculously caused his dog to flee the scene in panic, saving Alex from further attack.
On the ground I tried to push him off but he bit hard on my finger. Worrying that I might never play guitar again, I desisted and he stopped gnawing on my thumb. We held each other by the throat in deadlock for a while until he released his grip. I verbally abused him as he fled the scene. The Missus alerted me that Alex was missing but I didn’t worry because I knew exactly where he was. While the Missus went to follow the man and his attack dog, I took Cappy the terrier home and saw that Alex was where I thought he’d be, on the doorstep waiting for me, shaking like a leaf.
I dropped Cappy off to my mum and then tended to Alex. He had three bite in his back – they look like flesh wounds but he wouldn’t let me look at them properly and became very agitated. My own thumb was bleeding and sore so I rinsed it under the tap and then poured some whiskey on it. I then took a couple of slugs from the bottle myself.
We know where the guy lives, so we’ll be reporting his dog to the RSPCA because if I hadn’t intervened I am sure that Alex would have been more seriously hurt. We are grateful that this huge animal didn’t attack Cappy the Yorkshire Terrier as it would have been certain curtains for him.
Now I am just left to nurse my bruises and take Alex to the vet tomorrow. I always said to the Missus that this would happen and as per usual, I was right. I even knew which dog it would be because this man has absolutely no control over the animal. Oh well, you walk away to fight another day, eh?
Here’s some pix of blood and gore:
Alex Injured
Bitten Thumb